Poems
 

:cool: Post your Poems here :cool:
(bongos playing in the background)

Put a good poem or two and youll be on the sonic poet list

Sonic Poets:

gmku
alyasa
racehorse
screamingskull

this is the way we wash our twat,
wash our twat,
wash our twat!
this is the way we wash our twat...
(i'll leave the rest to your imagination, but you know the tune.)

Laila is gone with the wind
Turbans unraveled.

Texans left in the dark pot on the stove never boiling.

Chris Habib hears the telephone in the middle of the night...
But it was Daydream Nation on the other end

The Board members are like OMFGROTFNOTLMAO, Rather Ripped sucks, the Board Sucks, Our Lives Suck, and Assblaster is still Happy.

Bang a gong.
Suck a dong.
Play ping pong.

Boiling your fingers inside that stew.
I call Saturnine little boy blew
I love to lick the soles of her shoe.

thats deep

After the War

I will not forget
the scorched rivers
of your lips whispering

past the borderlines
between you and me.
Or your skin's lush layers

in sudden blisters
peeling apart
at my fingertips.

Or the pyres of your eyes
lighting up
a small corner

of the planet.

I will wake up at night,
small flames
licking my bones.

I cried yesterday when you didn't respond to my emails
I like to say a word that doesn't exist like meemails

Is it illegal to eat icecream in hell? - Richard B.

yeah

I'm offended. No mention of me?

broken flowers. scream.
a throaty whisper
breathes of longing sighs.
and cracked mirrors spill
silver songs sparkling in sunshine.
As leaves flutter like wings
manic shadow jewels.

There is a time to drink,
to think outside of time--
for as we step outside,
our western glow retreats
into a shadowy bed.

We slip through hairline labyrinths,
through the null warmth of mother web.

i like to get high
and then i try
jumb and fly

Hayden Sat with his Ass Blasting
Laila left, while Susie stayed nagging
While Goblins and Pork run wild
The Daycare premeditates naughty thoughts with a child
All was well, well indeed
Until the silence was broken by a ring to Chabib
Seizing the situation with a tight grasp
But the gays on Daddy's avatar, have a much tighter ass
So the sea has remained steady, as we all continue on
Maybe Sonic Youth, should make this into the board theme song

Incomplete:

There's no speedometer on the subway car
to tell you how fast or far yr going.
There's no need to know real distances
when the world is one street after another street
after the next street after the next.
And everyone tries not to look at each other,
even when they sit at close quarters they stare forward
watching the walls outside the windows for the markers
that tell you where the train's about to stop.

It seems rather good so far.

good stuff here

I have found peace among
the trees

amid my wondering shadow

put it all in death,

sever me from this calace called
life

this thought, feeling,
which i cannot fathom

has stolen my soul, along with my will

I've been working on an expressionistic poem about the close ties between solitude and selfishness, or something like that. It's called "I":



I
[Lights out]

I SEE THINGS


i see things below me, things you could never see
and its all achieved by means of song
head in the oven, head in the oven
and its all achieved by means of song
accident, accident, accident, suidide?
and its all achieved by means of song
i miss you, but maybe now i can have it all

oh i like this one:)

:) thanks

First bliss I awake under mid-morning sun
alive with the grass and scents
of paridisal ecstasy I fall
through your pot of dreams
and land awakened, in your arms.

You. Shooting supernatural madness,
forcing ripples of colour
that explode into yesterday's broken bones
and stagnant heart.
Beaten.
Screaming.
Ecstasy.

We breathe into that dark place where we die.
After the blindness of the golden hour,
when the path is obscured by too much light,
and the mind recoils from useless chatter,
the body teaches its slow lesson.
There is a time of shadows.

You know what I mean.
But you will forget this, too,
your sacred flesh finally consumed
by the beloved earth.
Your body longs to feed the worms,
to tell its wordless story to the rain and mud.

bump

oh yes...

Oh no, don't look at me/
broken chamisole/
no longer prim and proper/
try to shout this out of me/
chafing broomhandles/
beating up welted boots/
see these whipping marks/
see them burn my skin/
picking off scaborous sins/
erase these dead pine dreams/
buried purgatory/

try to shout this out loud.

i have some real ones i could post, should i?

Of course?

go ahead
(Bongos playing in the background)

I TRIPLE DOG DARE YOU
i can't find the one i wanted to post, i had it on my deviant art buit it seems to have disappeared, i'll go look through all my notebooks and if i cant remember it youre fucked.

the end line sounds like smashing pumpkins' "disarm"

"the killer in me is the killer in you"

word

you drunk man

i am actually a lady but i'm very well thankyou for asking. oh brandy? why thankyou.

you seem like a lovely person

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did you find the subliminal message?

That made me laugh so hard. Good Job!

you're really close

keep looking!

i dare you to find a word that rhymes with orange.

chlorine